Page 45 of Lily

“Adding a third finger, sweetheart. So tight…”

She lifted her hips off the bed when he eased that third finger into her. He was so careful, taking his time, stretching her so thoroughly. She fisted the sheet at her sides as the pressure climbed to a new height.

“Stefano,” she cried out. She was going to fall apart. Splintering. All her molecules were dividing. Was that a thing? It felt like it.

“Come, sweetheart. Come around my fingers. Let me feel your pussy milking me.”

At his words, she shattered, her channel gripping his fingers almost painfully while his thumb worked her clit.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Damn, you’re sexy when you come. I’ll never tire of watching you take your pleasure.”

She couldn’t catch her breath as she floated back to earth. Her body continued to flinch every few seconds. She was sweating and limp but still needy. She wanted him inside her. Not his fingers or his tongue. His cock.

“Stefano…” she whimpered.

He opened the drawer on the nightstand and pulled out a condom. She’d known they were there the entire week. He’d ordered them with the first grocery order. It was about time he used one.

She watched as he rolled it on.

“I should probably get that shot renewed,” she murmured.

“We’ll worry about that later, sweetheart.” He climbed over her and brought his lips to hers, kissing her deeply again. She could taste herself on his lips and tongue. It was heady and dirty and so arousing.

When he finally lowered his body over hers, she angled her hips forward, rubbing her wet folds against his shaft. “Please…”

He threaded their fingers together and pressed her hands against the bed above her head. “Is this okay, Rose? Me holding you?”

She nodded. “Yes. It’s perfect. Please…”

He lined his cock up with her entrance. “It’s going to stretch, sweetheart, but I promise it won’t hurt for very long—a few seconds while your body acclimates to my cock.”

She nodded again. “Okay.” She was nervous, but she’d wanted this with him for so long that she didn’t care if it hurt. She was a smart girl. She’d overheard other girls talking in high school. Mostly, they’d complained about sex not being very interesting. Something was terribly wrong with them because Roselia was about to explode.

“Do you want me to ease in or thrust all the way at once?”

“All the way.” She wanted him to fill her. Now.

Stefano granted her wish, his hips jerking forward as his shaft seemed to enter her much deeper than she knew was possible.

She cried out, mostly from the shock and the stretch. Not so much from the pain. That part was fleeting, and she was left with the sensation of closeness. She’d never felt so close to another human being. He wasn’t just next to her, not even skin-to-skin. He was inside her. Deep.

“Take a breath, sweetheart.”

She drew in a lungful of oxygen.

“Good girl. Again.”

She blew out the first and inhaled slower.

“That’s my girl. Tell me when you want me to move.”

“Now. God, please. I want more.”

His expression was intense as he eased partway out and then back in even deeper. Was that possible? He did it again, making her more and more aware of every nerve ending. She’d had no idea there was so much sensation inside her vagina. “So good…” she whispered.

His jaw was tight as he pulled almost out and then slowly entered her again.

For a moment, she thought he was in pain or that this wasn’t good for him. But then he moaned low and deep. He was straining to keep from reaching his orgasm. That knowledge increased her arousal to the point she felt another orgasm building. Was that really possible?

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